Star Wars: Of Masks and Mantles

We all wear masks, and there comes a time when we cannot remove them without taking off a lot of skin.

I hear footsteps again. I know what follows that sound, pain. My old friend pain always seems to show up no matter where I go. This fool is at it again making the foolish mistake of not killing me. He keeps introducing me to my old friend in old and uninteresting ways. I drown out the pain not even being able to realize if I am screaming anymore. I surround myself with my anger letting it drown out the pain. I take careful time to memorize every feature about this person, knowing I will be introducing him to my old friend.